I'm A Slave For You-Chp8

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

"Harry, come out of there, we need to talk."

While all that was happening in the Malfoy manor, Severus was having a hard time of his own with his little pet. Apparently after leaving the party early, Harry would not acknowledge him at all on the way home even though he was seated on Severus' lap. He didn't want to reply anything that was asked by Severus and kept his vision to the view outside the carriage window, and as soon as they reached home, he jumped off from Severus' lap almost immediately and made a mad dash into the house, running past Neville without saying hello and almost knocking the vase of daisies off his hands. He then ran past Colin who was putting out the fire in the fireplace in the dining room and dove straight under the dining table, the tablecloth hiding him out of sight. Being the tiny child he was, it took two bedrooms, the bathroom, the study, the potions lab, the garden and three guest rooms later for Severus to finally chase after Harry looking for him and Colin pointing discreetly at the dining table before leaving them alone.

"Harry, stop acting like a child and come out, you."

Harry pouted and stayed under the table, sticking his fingers in his ears, not wanting to listen whatever his Master was saying.

"Harry, get out here. If I have to go under there you will be punished."

Harry winced, remembering the slap he got on his leg during the party. The phantom sting continued to linger on it, and he definitely did not want to experience it again. After a few moments later, he slowly and reluctantly crawled out of the table to find himself at his Master's feet. He looked to see Severus there standing before him crossing his arms.

"Good, now you can sit on the floor if you want. But we need to talk."

Harry pouted and sat on the floor, not looking at Severus.

"You embarrassed me. I raved about what a good pet you were and everyone was beginning to like you. And yet you had to do that. Why did you not obey me?"

Harry shot him a 'You know why' look.

"I thought I have been good to you. Do you not like me? Do you hate me that much?"

Harry widened his eyes at his last statement and shook his head hard. That was not what he meant. He never hated Severus. What was his Master trying to imply?

"Then why? Why did you behave that way?"

Harry was in a dilemma. He wanted to tell him everything that was going on in his mind, but he didn't know how. He tried to tell him that he never hated him, that he knew Severus treated him so much better and was given so much freedom than his previous Masters, that he was hurt when Severus whom he thought would never lay a finger on him betrayed his trust and he was only angry because of that, not hate. He tried to tell his beloved Master that he was so happy to see Remus who had been the only person nice to him when he was in the business and he just wanted to rekindle the friendship after so long of being apart, and that he wanted his Master to understand this. He tried to tell him. He really tried. But all that was able to come out of his mouth was "Ah! Ah! Ah!" and nothing else. He was so frustrated that he couldn't put his feelings in words that he cried and sobbed as he slams his fists onto the floor, venting out his frustrations, cursing in his wordless ways how incompetent he felt about unable to communicate properly with his Master when he needed it most. Severus' heart ached to see Harry berating himself like that and knelt down.

"Don't do that, pet. You'll hurt yourself," Severus said as he grabbed the boy's hand before he started bleeding out his knuckles. "I really have to get started with setting up a speech teacher for you."

Tears upon tears poured out of his jade-green eyes as he sobbed, desperately speaking through his eye expression, seemingly to say "I'm so sorry, Master…I'm so sorry…" Many months of experience reading Harry's facial and physical expressions taught him well about what Harry was trying to convey as much as he could. Severus picked him up and sat him on his lap and brought him close to his chest, comforting him with a backrub.

"Shh, shh, pet. It's alright. It's alright. There's nothing to forgive here. I love you, little one. If I had not slapped you just now, Lucius would have done worse. I did not want you to feel that pain."

"Mah…" the boy clung onto Severus as he buried his tear-stained face onto his Master's chest, sobbing terribly.

"I didn't really hurt you, right? Just your feelings?"

Harry nodded, his face still buried onto Severus' chest.

"There, there. I'm sorry for that."

Harry wrapped his arms around Severus, his sobbing subsided as he savoured the warmth and kindness of his beloved Master. How could he stay angry with him now that he had personally apologized to him?

"I promise I will arrange you to meet him soon. So will you be a good boy till then?"

Harry replied by smiling gratefully and kissed him out of impulse. Severus was taken aback at first but he didn't pull back, nor did he let Harry pull back as he kissed him back hard. Harry eased into the kiss a little longer, doing French like it was nobody's business. It was when his lungs were protesting for air that he soon realized what he just did and tore himself away from him, blushing apologetically. Severus just smiled at him.

"Thank you, pet," he said as he kissed his forehead. "Pet, do you…like me like that?"

Harry blushed as red as the ripest tomato, looking at him bashfully. That was answering enough.

"Would you like me to touch you?" Severus asked. Unlike last time, he didn't want to do anything his pet didn't want. Tonight he was going to let the boy make the decision to want him.

Harry considered for a while, weighing out the options. After a while he nodded shyly.

"Come to our room. I want to do something with you."

Harry followed behind timidly. Neville and Colin, who were worried about their little quiet friend and hiding behind the other side of the door eavesdropping them to see what was going on, quickly moved out of the way and out of sight as Severus opened the door to lead his little pet to their private quarters. They gave each other a thumbs-up signaling that everything was OK and gave Harry a naughty knowing wink (making Harry blush even harder) before Severus realized they were being watched and gave them the famous cold look, telling them to mind their own business. Giving a victory sign as a good luck wish to Harry, Neville and Colin quickly went back to their jobs, leaving Harry feeling rather awkward and embarrassed as he finally went into the room and Severus closing and locking the door with a spell before patting the bed, gesturing him to get up.

"I won't hurt you. Let me make up for what I did at the party just now."

Smiling, Harry crawled up onto the bed, ready for anything his Master had in for him. Severus got on, kneeling down between Harry's legs and removing his jeans off.

"Lift your shirt up for me, pet."

Harry did so, a tint of healthy pink running across his face.

"You are so beautiful, Harry," Severus said as he ran his hands up Harry's thighs, making the boy shiver with delight. He soon took Harry's cock in his hand and started stroking it lightly.

Harry twitched at the touch, biting back a moan, couldn't help feeling rather good about this.

"No, let me know if you like it," the older man smiled, teasing the tip.

Harry slowly loosened himself, his breath quickening a little as he whimpered in pleasure at the stroking movements of his Master's hand on his cock. Severus leaned down to taste him, running his tongue over the head. Oh, how he had longed to have this piece of lovely soft meat in his mouth, and it tasted heavenly.

"Aah…!" Harry shivered at the contact of Severus' wet tongue on his sensitive tip. "F…F…Fuck…!!"

"Kinda," Severus grinned as he took him fully into his mouth. Harry's length wasn't so big that he couldn't take it all the way to the hilt, even though it was already beyond erected, but he loved every inch of it. He bobbed up and down, licking and sucking like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, making the boy cry out in ecstasy. Harry gripped Severus' hair, his body shivering with delight as the older man sucked harder. He could feel himself getting closer as Severus worked his talented tongue along the veins of his boyhood and tracing circles around his balls, while Severus' own erection was pressing really hard against the tight fabric of his trousers, begging for release. Finally, the boy couldn't hold back any longer. He threw his head back as he came long and hard into Severus' mouth, a mix of a whimper and a scream escaping his tiny lips. Severus swallowed it down, not coming off until every drop was gone. There was no way he was going to let the love juice of his pet go to waste just like that. After making sure that he had totally milked Harry off, he leaned up over him.

"Am I forgiven?"

Harry panted heavily as he rode out the tremors before smiling and holding out his arms, wanting a hug from him. It was forgiveness enough from him.

"Pet, I…I can't. I need to go to the bathroom. I am very aroused by your moans, dear one, but I don't want to take you if you don't want to."

Harry looked at the tight bulge for a moment, smiling affectionately as he knew what was going on inside there and understood what had caused it.

"Although," Severus continued as he caressed Harry's face, "if you truly want, I would love to make love to you."

He didn't have to ask twice. Harry would do anything for his lovely Master. He lowered his head timidly and nodded, his hand reaching over to the bulge and started teasing it. Severus' breath hitched a little before he smiled back at the boy and kissed him, taking his own clothes off. Throwing it in a careless heap on the ground, he got the lube out of the side table drawer and handed it to Harry.

"Here, take some and rub it on me."

Harry took the lube, his eyes unable to tear away from the sight of Severus' manhood as he looked at it for the first time in a sober manner and not under the influence of alcohol. He blushed when suddenly an idea came to him. He uncapped the tube of lube and decided to use it on himself. Coating his fingers elaborately with the lube, he kneeled on all fours on the bed to take Severus' length into his mouth. As he sucked the man meat hungrily, he entered himself with his lube-covered fingers one at a time, stretching himself so that he could be ready for his Master's grand entrance.

"Oh, fucking god…" Severus breathed as the surprisingly powerful suction Harry made took hold of his cock. It had been years since he had a decent blowjob. "Take it easy or I will come too soon. Just lick it."

Harry did so, licking all the way from the tip of the shaft to the end of the balls, humming as he savoured the taste, moaning once in a while as he finger-fucks himself, careful not to hit the sweet spot too soon.

"Enough, pet. I need you," Severus growled impatiently as he pushed him lightly down onto the bed.
Harry giggled and squealed in delight as he fell back onto the bed, knowing that he had almost driven his Master crazy with his teasing.

"Fucking god…so good…!" Severus moaned before biting his lip against the tight heat as he slowly entered Harry.

"F…F…Fuck…!!" Harry's scream echoed in the room, his eyes wide in shock as he felt himself being filled, his breath becoming erratic.

"Shh, shh…Am I hurting you?" Severus asked worriedly, stilling himself and hoping he could adjust to his size now that he was receiving him with a sober mind.

Harry shook his head and pushed himself deeper onto Severus' cock with an upward thrust of his hips, looking at him with begging eyes.

"Fuck…"

"Very well," Severus smiled and seated himself inside, beginning to move, making Harry moan and whine ecstatically. A wave of relief rushed through his heart to see the pure bliss in Harry's eyes as he carried on at a slow and steady pace. "Such a good boy," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss him.
Harry kissed him back hungrily, lacing the older man's black locks around his fingers, loving the feel of it as his legs automatically wrapped around Severus' waist, wanting him to go deeper. Severus took that as a positive cue and started pounding into Harry.

"You're such a little slut, aren't you, pet?"

Harry widen his eyes for a moment at that word, tears involuntarily pour out of his eyes for that split second as his subconscious mind began to surface a memory he had kept locked away for a long time since he was sold into the business. But soon, Severus' pounding over his sweet spot took over his state of mind, making his eyes see stars, his tears and memory ignored for the time being. Severus didn't seem to notice though, due to the fact that he had his head thrown back in pleasure, going faster and faster. He did, however, manage to stroke Harry as he felt himself getting close. Harry's breath hitched as soon as Severus took his cock to stroke. His pit of stomach began to tighten as the double assault on his cock and sweet spot by the older man hit him like a bullet train.

"Vocalize your pleasure, Harry, I want to hear you."

"Mah…Mah… F...Fuck!! Mah!!" Harry called his Master in his lack of articulation way, feeling himself getting closer. Finally, after his sweet spot was being assaulted and his cock pumped enough, he couldn't hold back anymore. He screamed out loud as he came all over his stomach and Severus' hand that stroke it.

Severus felt Harry's muscles tightened around him and soon lost control. One more thrust was all it took as he came inside the boy, letting out a satisfied groan he thought he never could make in a long time. He laid over him soon after, his body still shaking from the tremors of the afterglow. Finally he and his pet were one. He no longer felt the guilt of taking his little lover against his will or taking advantage of him while he was unconscious of his actions. But his feeling of relief was soon short-lived as he heard a choked voice whimpered under him.

"S…Sl…ut…"

He raised his head and saw that Harry's tears poured out like rain as he rode out his tremors. There was something in his expression as he muttered the word that made his whole body felt like it was cut by a huge hunting knife and his heart like a lead balloon in his stomach. Whatever it was that was going through Harry's mind, he knew that it was triggered by the careless word he had just called him.

"Dear Go—No, no, no, I'm sorry," Severus kissed the boy's forehead hurriedly and pulled out before pulling Harry close to his chest. "You are not a slut. It just came out. You are not a slut. I never meant…"

"S…Sl…ut…?" Harry repeated again, his whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind in Severus' arms. Severus felt as if he had just been shot by the Cruciatus curse.

"You are not a slut," he assured him, kissing his forehead again. "You are my little one, my pet. I love you. I would never think of you any less."

Harry responded by breathing heavily, his hands on his head and his eyes shut tight, seemingly trying to block out the horrifying memory that was triggered from that single word. Severus just rocked him to and fro, trying hard to calm him down. He wanted to slap himself for that word. He had not even realized he had said it until he saw the pained look on his little pet. What was it that caused him to react so violently to that word? Who was it that made him fear the word so much? A million questions passed through his mind as he hushed Harry's crying. Harry soon cried himself to sleep, but Severus could not as he was replaced with another sense of guilt.

"For the love of Merlin, what exactly did they do to you in the business, pet?" Severus whispered, wrapping his arms protectively around poor Harry.

He knew only one person could tell him the answer besides Harry.

And he had to arrange a meeting soon.